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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cole Swindell
Lead Vocals
Billy Panda
Acoustic Guitar
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Greg Morrow
Drums
James Mitchell
Electric Guitar
Michael Carter
Programming
Pat Buchanan
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Mike Brignardello
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ashley Gorley
Songwriter
Chase McGill
Songwriter
Phil O'Donnell
Songwriter
Wade Kirby
Songwriter
Matt Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Engineer
Mike Stankiewicz
Assistant Engineer
Zack Pancoast
Assistant Engineer
John Palmieri
Editing Engineer
Mills Logan
Recording Engineer
Michael Carter
Producer
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Patrick Thrasher
Mixing Engineer
Scott Johnson
Producer
Lyrics
That girl walks into a party
Looking like a million in a dress from Target
The reason why every head in the whole room turns
That's her
Red light little white Honda
Strawberry blonde that she got from her mama
Blowing out the wind and then she's gone in a beautiful blur
That was her
That cheap box wine, she's drinking it
Friday night, she's bringing it
Old school song, she's singing it
Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her
That lights down, hair down heart attack
Yeah, that's her, oh but that
How'd I ever meet her?
Wrapped around her little finger, that's me
Just lucky to be with her
That girl at the concert dancing
Clapping with her flip-flops, feet in the grass
Yeah, the only band anybody's watching is the one on her shirt
That's her
That girl that girls wanna hate
All the boys wanna date
They can't 'cause I ain't
Never ever gonna give her a reason to leave
'Cause all I need is her
That cheap box wine, she's drinking it
Friday night, she's bringing it
Old school song, she's singing it
Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her
That lights down, hair down heart attack
Yeah, that's her, oh but that
How'd I ever meet her?
Wrapped around her little finger, that's me
Just lucky to be with her
Right here
Her lipstick on the rim of my bed
Even the stars of the night this clear
Ain't falling like I'm falling for her, yeah
That cheap box wine, she's drinking it
Friday night, she's bringing it
Old school song, she's singing it
Dust on the bar, wrong words, that's her
That lights down, hair down heart attack
Yeah, that's her, oh but that
How'd I ever meet her?
Wrapped around her little finger, that's me
Just lucky to be with her
Yeah, I'm just lucky to be with her
I'm talking 'bout that girl
Yeah, that's her
Writer(s): Matt Jenkins, Richard Chase Mcgill, Philip Eugene O'donnell, Ashley Glenn Gorley, Wade A. Kirby
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